Chapter 72
Three weeks of bed rest had turned Harper into someone she barely recognized.
She snapped at Sebastian for small things. The way he arranged her pillows. How he checked on her every hour. His constant hovering felt suffocating instead of caring.
"I'm fine," she said for the thousandth time as he brought her lunch. "You don't need to watch me eat."
"I'm making sure you're eating enough. For three people."
"I'm pregnant, not incompetent." Harper pushed the tray away. "I can manage to feed myself, Sebastian."
He stood there looking hurt and frustrated. "I'm just trying to help."
"I know. But your help is smothering me. I need space."
"You're on bed rest. How much more space can I give you?"
Harper felt tears threaten, the hormones making everything feel bigger than it was.
